[This little toy is more powerful than her hand, that's for sure. It was a staple during the flower plague, when she was too weak to carry her bag and even gripping that cat was a chore. One she persevered through because it offered some kind of small protection, until she gave into the illness completely.]

It's a pokemon. It's called 'Solgaleo'-that's its name.

[It's not in her grasp, but she folds her arms against her chest, like she's clutching the creature close, as a demonstration on what to do here.]

You do this and then shut your eyes and everything stops hurting for awhile.